In the far field a combine has started on the harvest. The great yellow machine, slowly, inexorably, devours the yellow crop. Close to it a tractor pulls a great blue trailer. It is almost full of grain. The two vehicles pause. Then a great funnel on the combine disgorges another teeming flood of seed.
A few minutes later the tractor drives by me on the bypass, its sparkling trailer full to overflowing.
There are dark rainclouds to the south west.